When they whisper in the day, it is just a small nuance of
sound that takes flight. The shy words that mingle with the world almost
conflicted with reason. At night, it’s a
different story. The lullaby of breath caresses the ear, nudging, and
resonating within the soul. It’s as though a secret has been dispensed, and the
recipient feels sacred in that moment… yet somehow confined by the tryst of the
whisper.
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